The Rasp

The last thing I could remember, was Zecora screaming for me to run. She was fighting with Twilight and I was trying to break them up. The smoke was sickly sweet in the air and the stench of burning apples was suffocating. I grabbed Zecora and tried to lead her towards safety. It was impossible to see with all the smoke and fire raging around us. I got turned around. It all looked the same, and it was so loud and I felt so sick and

Well

I got lost. I know. I've been to Sweet Apple Acre's hundreds of times before, and could always find my way around but this was like a completely different farm.

And thats when I woke up here. I'm somewhere in the Everfree forest. I can still smell the smoke from the fire. I can still see

Twilight.

I guess that's it then. Twilight's gone. Applejack was lost to the fire. Zecora was lost to the infected. Canterlot is gone. Ponyville is overrun. Everyone is either sick or dead. What else is left? Where do I go? Am I lucky? I feel better. I got the Rasp. I survived it. And for what? There's no one left. I made it through. I 'won.' Yay for me. We didn't take back the city. There was no plucky band of survivors who managed to find a cure. This wasn't like my comic books. I thought if you survived something like this, you were supposed to have a happy ending.

So why does this feel so much like Tartarus?

Guess I'll start walkin.

got nowhere else to be.

Maybe I'll find someone who isn't infected. It would be nice to have a friend.

Goodbye.

P.S.
Not sure when I'll write in this again. If at all. Whats the point? If somepony finds this and reads it, I'm sorry if this wasn't the end of this journal you were expecting. I didn't see it coming either.